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9/9/2023 12:12:08 AM Ayush Shrivastava Posts: 1	Like moon if earth were a silver it's scars would be the starved faces which quiver scars etched more deeply than the moon countless wrinkles of faces on the path to prune Lines with stories but abstract lines withholding their fate, but is it just that? every line hold an inflicted punishment punishment for their hunger and their lament watch the justice of the lord in these cases behold the jewellery of stomach over their faces must be watch these carvings of our God must be watch on the faces the nights they fought pray! do not assign aesthetics on these sunken faces must we ask our God, for his art, if he ceases heavy burden of the empty holes lines of a painters' brush strokes lines as if whips of a poet's pen portrait of dejected and glum men poetry of voids and grime the felony of being poor non-bailable crime The line fading from hands shifting over faces, a faith withstands come take a peek at this curvature Decipher their past foretell the future behold the mockery of wrinkles behold the mockery of wrinkles
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10/3/2023 1:45:58 AM David Seng'enge Posts: 1	ayushshrivastava wrote: Like moon if earth were a silver it's scars would be the starved faces which quiver scars etched more deeply than the moon countless wrinkles of faces on the path to prune Lines with stories but abstract lines withholding their fate, but is it just that? every line hold an inflicted punishment punishment for their hunger and their lament watch the justice of the lord in these cases behold the jewellery of stomach over their faces must be watch these carvings of our God must be watch on the faces the nights they fought pray! do not assign aesthetics on these sunken faces must we ask our God, for his art, if he ceases heavy burden of the empty holes lines of a painters' brush strokes lines as if whips of a poet's pen portrait of dejected and glum men poetry of voids and grime the felony of being poor non-bailable crime The line fading from hands shifting over faces, a faith withstands come take a peek at this curvature Decipher their past foretell the future behold the mockery of wrinkles behold the mockery of wrinkles wow!
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